[ She will admit to being a little enchanted with his magic. Wandless, obviously, but so much magic here is wandless or without incantation that she isn't sure that's a good measure of judgement.

Whatever is going on, though, she's sure she hasn't seen someone so in love with themselves since Lucius Malfoy graced her with his presence. ]

Of course you are.

[ Not in her world, of course, which is a point she's going to be sure to make if he keeps going on like this. She's frustrated and starting off a conversation with something rather snide about one of her friends hasn't really set the tone. ]

I did, actually. There was a story of a little girl called Matilda that could move things with her mind - and when I tried it I was sure I did the same thing. It was only when I was eleven that I found out I had magic.